Chapter 880: Refreshing

The reality is so cruel, no matter how much the poor white-robed **** waiter swears in his heart, it can't change the fact that he has no chance to get out.

He saw with his own eyes a **** waiter not far away being chopped to the ground by Ailan Hill's huge war machine.

In the next second, he saw another white-robed **** waiter being hit with magic by several besieging magicians, struggling painfully and exploding in thunder and lightning.

When he came back to his senses, he had been stabbed with a sword by the Elven Elf generals in front of him...

Before he could struggle, he felt that the energy in his body was out of control. He saw that the general of the elven race retreat quickly, and then his eyes became pitch black.

Death is not necessarily the end for the servants of the gods, they may be resurrected unharmed in the rear, and they can continue to participate in the battle...

But death is also a kind of torture for them! Every time they are resurrected, it is not that they did not pay the price, but as the body, they did not know it.

The waiter of the gods can't be resurrected indefinitely. Every time these monsters are resurrected, the spirit power of the body and the vitality in the body are consumed.

Until the loss exceeds the highest limit that the body can carry, this seemingly infinite number of resurrections is completely over.

Regardless of how many times they can be resurrected, or whether they can be resurrected, the soldiers of the Ailan Hill Empire don't know that they only need to kill the servants in front of them to end the battle.

The waiters who were on their way to the end, the wounded, the depleted magical energy, there was only the strength left to struggle.

They were covered by firepower and suffered various blows. Now they are lucky to survive, but they are lucky.

However, no matter how good luck, the day will run out sooner or later. Obviously, these white-robed **** waiters in front of them have run out of good luck now.

They were killed by Ailan Hill's soldiers one by one, and there was not much left, and then fell one by one. The **** waiter who was able to resist could no longer hold it.

When the last **** waiter fell and died, the entire battlefield became silent. The few remaining **** waiters were defeated on the battlefield. They were chased and killed by Alan Hill’s heavy-armored grenadier troops and killed by Alan Hill. The Air Force pursued and killed them, but none of them could escape in the end.

And when these **** waiters were annihilated, there was a joyous voice in the command headquarters of General Midas.

Compared with the loss caused by the attack of the attendant of the gods, this time Ailan Hill was almost completely wiped out unscathed.

This is definitely something to be cheered about, the enemy's most troublesome unit has been wiped out so ineffectively!

Next time, when the source of magic organizes such an offense again, it will be more cautious, and Ailan Hill's tactical advantage will be reflected even more!

"Long live Ailan Hill!" When the last **** waiter fell, Ailan Hill's soldiers cheered.

"Long live your majesty!" Everyone raised their arms to celebrate the victory.

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"A letter from the devil?" After receiving the report of the local battle, Chris was also shocked by the details.

He really didn't expect it to be a demon reporting, so that the Ailan Hill Empire could annihilate a demon's deity waiter troops so easily.

Holding this report, he looked at the Elf Queen. The two of them often discussed political opinions together these days, but they got along very well.

The feelings between the two people are gradually heating up, but they both adhere to dignity and do not do anything that is easy to be reconciled before they get married.

Andrea took the report, shrugged handsome shoulders, and said to Chris: "It's no surprise. In fact, there were some elves a long time ago, and they were more willing to call themselves Ailan Hill. People."

This kind of comprehensive transcendence of the quality of life makes it easy for people to have some longing thoughts. It is like the earth in the 1970s, many people are more yearning to live in the United States. Computer::/

Chris looked at Andrea's good-looking, curved **** shoulders shrugged twice, staggered his gaze intentionally or unintentionally, and then said: "For Ailan Hill, this is a good phenomenon. "

Compared with the so-called ideologies and complicated political positions on the earth, Ailan Hill has an appetite for all kinds of rivers, which makes it easier to accept all races and bring everyone together.

Of course, the aborigines of this world have never seen it before, nor can they distinguish what social system or political system is, so there is no need to argue with them which system is more suitable for this world.

Anyway, to sum it up in one sentence, what system Chris gives them, what system they welcome, harmonious and enviable.

"In short, this is a good phenomenon! I accepted 20,000 demon civilians as prisoners, and the demon also gave me a surprise, which is considered to be a relationship." Chris said with a smile.

Elf Queen Andrea despised Chris with a charming look: "Are you picking up the bargain? Regardless of the frequency of the waiter’s dispatch, or the analysis of the scale of the waiter’s army, the magical origin Elite troops are actually very rare and precious."

"The total number of them should be about 5,000, and they failed twice in a row. The number of this unit should now be less than 3,000!" She helped Chris analyze it seriously: "For us, this is definitely Good news. As long as we can weaken the servants of the gods, the source of magic, there will be no means to threaten our defense line."

In the end, she concluded: "At least, we had to beware of the opponent’s mass destruction magic, and we had to beware of the opponent’s waiter troops. In fact, the pressure is very high. Now, we only need to target the opponent’s mass destruction magic Defense, that's it."

"You're right." Chris nodded. The Elf Queen is also a commander who takes soldiers out to fight all the year round, and her strategic vision is also very vicious.

Even, Chris felt that compared to the real commanding battle, the elf queen was nothing more than his princess Cape Luna.

"However, I don't think we can deal with these so-called servants of the magical origin." Chris then emphasized to Andrea: "It's just that we can deal a heavy blow to the enemy without paying a huge price. The thing itself is so refreshing."